Amor en Roma.

Amor rima con roma
-Si es amor que se entona-
Rima con mesa, con cama y poltrona
Y se embelesa cuando te asomas.

Amor rima contigo
con tu cancion en cada estrofa
Rima en serio, en todo el sentido
y te encarcela en su aroma.

Amor rima en la sala, cocina y alcoba
Rima de frente - y haciendo maromas-
te pone en ocho y da vueltas
y al final se entrega y te deja en coma.

Amor es algo asi
como cabalgar en la loma
te salta, te agita
te suda, te doma.

Y es que el amor del bueno
es el que no pasa de moda
porque se esconde en tus huesos
y de repente te asalta y te toma.

A.

Water

Like running water
flowing to the river
-hanging in the clouds, full of colors-
Like fresh water, my love flows to you.

Chasing you through the sun rays
With a wild dream of sunny flowers
Like water giving life to gardens
My love is raining on you.

And like water it goes
and comes back
In eternal rounds
of everlasting touch.

A.

Nobody said so.

When somebody comes to you
with a serious face and tells you
that no one told you life is going to be easy
You can quietly reply 

(As if you are reading a manuscript

taken from an ancient magic box...

or hanging in some weird Air Yoga position)
that no one said is going to be that hard either.

Ain't it true?

A.

We know.

Say you don't know me
or recognize my face.
Say you don't remember
who used to get you out of space.

But we know you know. 

It's supposed to be your best secret...

something well grabbed with both hands

while meditating on the meaning of life. 

You can pretend that nothing happened
and go on in life as if it's true.
But your skin and your heart
since that time are nothing but blue.

The last time I saw you,
from my smile, and the look in your eyes
It is clearly understood that this
fly us to the moon and back.

Say you don't know
these words have your name.

But we know you know.

You already know.

A.

I am complicated.

I know
There's no use pretending.
(And I know you know)
I am complicated.

You can get simpler people, simple as empty boxes
-You may already have one-
Life is easier with people like that
But somehow, without bright colors.

I am complicated - and very strange-

Like a time machine

-A mechanism full of cables, nuts snd bolts-

and mulriple functions.  

Some people can get addicted to me
to live on the edge every day.
To die and reborn with a kiss.
Love can be addictive, very.

I am complicated
-no middle tones-
Full speed on every hug
A lightning on every kiss.

Am an artist honey...
Do you know how that feels?

A.

Look to the sky for a while.

Turn your golden face to the sun
So many adventures could happen today
-let them come true-
Life will not wait for us.

I wish I could be with you forever
But that's probably just me
That's probably just a wish.
(Dreams floating on a quiet river.)

I sometimes see your face
And my heart -and the whole life-
Stops for a second
while my mind goes blank.

When do we lost the path
to the land of happily ever after?
Was it ever in your plans
Or was it just a dream?

With the current reality...
Do you really want to live forever?

A.

Better than that.

I know you've been feeling sad
-You've got the right to be mad-
but it doesn't justify where you are.
(You can do better than that.)

I know am the one to blame
-I just got caught in your game-
and after you're gone I've been doing stuffs.
But you can do better than that.

Long ago I quit my reflex
of getting into bed with you
and take from life what is available
But you, my dear, you can do better than that.

A.

Am I wrong?

Am I wrong?

To think that your red colours are brighter than a fairy lips. 

Am I wrong for having that vision?

To think the way you taste is for real.

To feel am on top of the world when I have you. 

But...that's just how I feel !

Am I wrong?

A. 

It feels so good.

It's a high temptation...and we knew it. It's a sweet sensation. We couldnn't just stop. 

I keep breaking my own rules, trying to forget about the consequences. 

It all comes down to the fact that it feels so good.

It feels so good...

Like gourmet mayonnaise spreaded on top of white bread. 

-Not allowed for the chubby ones.-

A. 

Does it matter?

You have it all figured out.
You have your whole life in chains.
Theres no space in your world
for a moment of true love or tenderness.

And you are ok with that
as we know -is part of your plan-
but sometimes, tell me my dear
don't you miss my loving heart?

Don't you miss to stop the world
in the middle of a kiss
and feel that you are not breathing...
Don't you miss any of this?

Is your plastic paradise
-fake as a Barbie blood-
good enough to clean your smile
of our genuine and strong love?

Does it matter that much to you?
-You live in an empty paradise-
Does it matter that I'm writing these words
while looking at the stars?

Does it matter?

Tell me we both matter, don't we?

A.

I still have a dream.

I have a dream
of blue turtles flying high
and mountains of roses
gently touching the sky.

I have a dream of purple dolphins
sleeping under magic carpets
waiting for the flute to leak magic tunes
waiting as sleeping puppets.

I have a dream
I still have a dream
of you and me living together
of you and me living in happiness.

A.

Strange love

Strange love
Our love is a strange love -indeed-
That's how are love goes
Strange love.

Will you take the pain
I would give to you (again and again)
and would you return it?
Will you give it to me?

Strange love.

Read the contract.

(There are no devolutions
or complains service desk)

A.